Naughty Little Autistic Boy

Naughty Little Autistic Boy short poem

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I didn’t mean it.
I didn’t know that doing that was bad.
I just wanted to know what would happen.
But now everyone’s saying I’ve been naughty.
I think Miss Berry’s going to tell me off.
She’s going to call the policeman.
He’ll blow his whistle and put me in prison.
I’ll never be allowed to have sweeties again.
And I don’t know why.
I don’t know why it’s bad, what I did.
I’m crying, but she’s still cross with me.
I want to say I’m sorry but she’s still cross with me.
It happens all the time.
I think I have a naughty disease.
I do things but Miss Berry says they’re naughty.
I never know why.
I think it’s because I can’t think properly.
Daddy sometimes says I’m special.
He says it’s his job to teach special people.
I wish he’d teach me instead of Miss Berry.
He never gets cross when I make mistakes like this.

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My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
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